Ken, hope you are OK. Please update us as soon as you can.

Ken, sorry to hear about your accident , hope you have a speedy recovery

I broke some ribs in a fall a few years ago....

Extremely uncomfortable.... especially if you cough or sneeze.

Get Well fast.

USG

Drama queen....er...king.

I don't know about you, but I usually associate a drama queen with someone who tries to artificially raise the perception of the drama in one's own life rather than in someone else's.

And: broken ribs ain't nuthin' to sneeze at, missy. You could leak marrow and develop all sorts of problems...

Have any of you heard from Ken? I hope he made home and is fine. If someone has news please share.

Hoping everything o.k. with him...

[transitive drama queen]I'm picturing him crawling on the desert floor.[/tdq]

"It's..."

With luck, he's resting in a comfy hospital bed surrounded by cute nurses with his ass in a sling and full of really good drugs.

Get well soon Ken!

Wow, cute nurses and good drugs, man, what a lucky b.....d, after all...

With luck, he's resting in a comfy hospital bed surrounded by cute nurses with his ass in a sling and full of really good drugs.

Get well soon Ken!

Hi Everybody,

Just got home from four days in the hospital. I had a hemothorax too and needed a chest tube. I'll write a more detailed post once the animals get their attention.

Thanks again to everybody for the help you gave me. It all helped a lot.

Ooooh bugger

Good to hear from you though!

Ken, that was quite an ordeal. Glad to hear you are doing better!

Ken, good to hear you are home and hope you make a speedy recovery

Nice to see you're safe and mostly sound

Guzzi's not dead!

So, what about the Nurses, and the Drugs?

or is that a "... Stays in CanJam'09" Tale?

Glad to hear that you are improved, Ken.

Remember, chicks dig scars.

Ken, good to hear you're healing and back home. Best wishes, now get some rest.

glad you are back at home ken! scary stuff.

Here's the scoop. I went down off a dirt road at about 45 mph. I could tell right away that I had broken ribs. I'm getting way to much experience in this. The nearest hospital to where I crashed was 45 miles away in Pahrump, NV. I didn't want to go there. The next morning, someone with a truck drove 5 hours from Desert Hot Springs (near Palm Springs) to pick me up. On the way, one of the fellows in our group seized his engine so he picked him up first. Then we drove the 5 hours back to Desert Hot Springs.

I was feeling pretty good (people were throwing percecet at me) so I attended Big Frank's birthday bash. That was the main point of the trip. I had a good time at the part and did not drink any alcohol. The next morning someone drove a pickup from Santa Barbara to Desert Hot Spring. We load the seized bike on it and all the unused equipment. I loaned my bike to the fellow whose bike had siezed. We left DHS about 12:30 and got to SB around 5. This included a 30 minute lunch stop.

Once in SB, Stacy and Tom (the fellow who drove the truck) moved my stuff from the truck directly to the garage. The it was directly off to Cottage Hospital for me. After some xrays and CT scans, they decided that I had broke ribs 1-9 on the right side and ribs 1-2 on the left. They also decided that I have a hemothorax and that a chest team would be necessary. It was very difficult to put in across the broken ribs and the surgeon used the f-word at least 3 times. Even being greatly anesthesized, it hurt like hell. Lastly I was taken up and had an epidural catheter put in so that my ribs could be directly soaked with wonderful opiates.

They pulled the chest tube yesterday and removed the epidural catheter today. Finally, they let me go. I'm sitting (mostly comfortably) at home. Al long as I keep up with the painkillers (Norco in this case) I feel fine. I'll probably post less but will keep you posted as I progress.

Thanks one last time for the help. This is a great forum.

Glad to hear you're home and the prognosis, while painful, is that you will remain with us for quite some time.

glad you're not in my basement.

I think we're all glad he's not in your basement.

You are fucking insane. Who the hell goes to a birthday party with broken ribs?!?!?

Oh, okay, there was painkillers, that makes it all better.

now we know you're home safe and recovering, which is absolutely great news -- where are the fucking pictures of your battle wounds?

OUCH! That sounds awful, except for the percecets and opiate bath. Damn, I just left you a vmail last night wondering what the hell was up. Was thinking about calling tonight to see if Stacey was mourning you or what. Anyway, heal well and please, god, no wound pics.

So ken, got any err, spare drugs at all there? *nod, wink* know what I mean...